He's just a poor thing, Maka doesn't love hiim~
WHO: Soul {pianoman_soul}, Cloud {radiantepidemic}
WHERE: Somewhere in the church.
WHEN: Late afternoon
SUMMARY: Angst Muffin and his apprentice have a chat. Something about an obligatory Cloudapy session.
RATING: G, I think. I'll change if necessary.
WARNINGS: ...Angst?
STATUS: In-Progress
NOTE: Yes, the entry subject was mandatory. Don't look at me that way.
The minute he stepped inside the church, he knew he'd have problems. Not many, just one big one. He had a feeling Maka would start having flashbacks, and become incoherent, and not talk and then just sit around thinking about his scar all day. He wished she would stop blaming herself for it.
But maybe this wasn't so bad. Sitting down in one of the pews, he took his hands out of his pockets and put them behind his head. Slouching in the seat, he looked up through one of the many holes in the ceiling out at the sun. By the way the sun was starting to nod off, he guessed it was around 5 or 6. He actually smiled at the way it was drooping - Soul thought he'd ever see it again. But then his face fell, frowning. He wondered how bloodthirsty the moon would look that night, especially considering the church's condition.
WHERE: Somewhere in the church.
WHEN: Late afternoon
SUMMARY: Angst Muffin and his apprentice have a chat. Something about an obligatory Cloudapy session.
RATING: G, I think. I'll change if necessary.
WARNINGS: ...Angst?
STATUS: In-Progress
NOTE: Yes, the entry subject was mandatory. Don't look at me that way.
The minute he stepped inside the church, he knew he'd have problems. Not many, just one big one. He had a feeling Maka would start having flashbacks, and become incoherent, and not talk and then just sit around thinking about his scar all day. He wished she would stop blaming herself for it.
But maybe this wasn't so bad. Sitting down in one of the pews, he took his hands out of his pockets and put them behind his head. Slouching in the seat, he looked up through one of the many holes in the ceiling out at the sun. By the way the sun was starting to nod off, he guessed it was around 5 or 6. He actually smiled at the way it was drooping - Soul thought he'd ever see it again. But then his face fell, frowning. He wondered how bloodthirsty the moon would look that night, especially considering the church's condition.